About the Book:
When Daunté Bennifetto left home to attend seminary school, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in. But it would seem God had other plans.
After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.
When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah’s disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter’s life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. Because of their sordid past, he knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can’t seem to stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.
Author Note: For the first time, Sin Bin is available as a standalone short story. This erotic romance is also featured in Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, a multi-author anthology, edited by Torrance Sené. Sin Bin, the standalone, has a tiny bit of added content and differs only slightly from the antho version.
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For a week Daunté fought his compulsions. But even with prayer and consistent mortification of the flesh, he couldn’t curb his urges.
Dressed all in black, and with several days’ growth of beard and a baseball cap pulled low to help obscure his identity, he entered the Sin Bin.
The odor of stale beer and sweaty bodies assailed him as soon as he opened the door. Bawdy music filled his ears.
This visit had nothing to do with making contact with Camillah or attempting to reform her. He needed to see her, in the flesh. He was obsessed with the naked female form. Especially Cam’s.
Back in the day, his buddies had razzed him incessantly about it and his chosen vocation. Though he was certain he wasn’t the first man devoted to God enamored with skin. But it was the memory of Camillah’s lush figure that lured him tonight.
Surreptitiously, Daunté sat at a table in the back.
A server approached him. “What can I get you?”
“Jack. Straight,” he replied in a clipped tone.
Normally, he stuck to club soda, but tonight a shot of liquid courage was in order to calm his rattled nerves.
Dear Father, I should not be here.
* * * *
From backstage Camillah peered out at the growing crowd. Even beyond the bright lights, she could see him, the man in black. Excitement bubbled low in her stomach. He’d been coming into the club sporadically for weeks. As usual he had his cap pulled low, his collar up, but there was something about him that demanded her attention.
For the first time, he sat close to the stage and not tucked away in the shadows. He was growing bolder, coming closer to her, she thought fancifully. It was weird, this attraction to him. It gave her hope that one day she might actually fall for another guy. The familiar pain at the mere thought of Daunté squeezed her chest. But for once, she pushed the burning regret aside.
Racing to her dressing room, Camillah took special care selecting a costume. With the dark stranger in mind she donned a black corset, with two brilliant white satin ribbons which ran up either side of her ribcage and disappeared under her ample breasts. Thigh-high fishnet stockings held by garters, and a pair of short black boots finished off the simple sexy ensemble.
As she was about to leave the dressing area, she added one last item to complete the look. A goth-like rosary. The vee of the necklace ended just under her breasts. The rest of the chain, from the Glory-Be bead down dangled past her belly button ending with the flat-black crucifix.
“Cam, you’re on,” the stage-manager called.
Toward the back of the slightly raised dais, Camillah stood on her mark.
Focusing on the man in black, she struck a pose.
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